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LE FEMME
Melissa.
15.
I spend way too much time writing, and i remember almost everything except quadratic formulas.

Elizabeth's Column!
If your tummy's bigger than your boobs, then you've got a problem.

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♥ Friday, April 13, 2007 11:57 PM

2.4 was okay.
it was over earlier than expected.
apparently, many people said that me and liz ran like mad woman.
cos we've always been last during practices, and we did well today.
(:
yay us.

"Summer Wind Was Always Our Song"

These break-up songs make sense again
And i really wish they didn't.
Sinatra's singing summer wind
And i'm thinking of the night we met.

Just one last time
Can i hear you say?
"You're my little boy
I never want you to go away"

Where are you?
Please believe in me.
I'm not hanging up the phone
'til i hear you say,

"I love you.
I need you near."
Just give me one last chance
And i'll never let you down again.

Oh and what i wouldn't give
Just to kiss your lips again
To hold your hand next to my heart
And wake up with you in our apartment.

Just one last time
Can i call you my sweetheart?
My best friend
Why do all good things come to an end.


to you
i'm sorry for going all ballistic and tearing up the diary in front of you.
and i'm sorry i didn't do anything but watch you cry.
and cry myself.